Ever since I was a kid I was always considered short. I wasn’t put in the last row for school photos because I was short and no one would see me. I wasn’t chosen for pick-up basketball games because I was short. I had to stand on my toes to get on some amusement park rides because I was short. Once I was out of my teens I never really paid much attention to my height but I was aware that I was shorter than many of people I knew, in the back of a crowd I could not see very far.
Here in Italy I feel tall. I have seen a few Italians that are tall but for the most part when in stores and out in the piazza’s I notice that my height fits right in with the people around me. I even know many Italians who I am actually taller than. In a crowd my chances of seeing over everybody is just a good as the person next to me.
When discussing this with a friend he pointed out that for many Italians who are fifty years or older they may have spent a good portion of their lives not knowing the abundance that Italy has now. The war years were a very difficult time for Italians and nutritional issues were a part of that. This is noticeable in the younger generations who do seem to have more height.